We shall either have established our rights, and my little novice will be out of her fetters; or we shall be defeated and I killed, and that matter over; or defeated, yet living and flying away with her, pretty soul, to some country where we may be united in peace."
— from The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-III by G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford) James

"Lawrence Mannering is not a man of ordinary disposition, you know.
— from A Lost Leader by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim

For, since such substances are not subjected to [245] local movements, their duration cannot be measured in terms of space and velocity, as our time, but only in terms of intellectual movements, which have nothing common with the periodical revolutions from which we desume the measure of our days, years, and centuries.
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 22, October, 1875, to March, 1876 A Monthly Magazine of General Literature and Science by Various

Do you think that was a generally held opinion then, in the Russian community in Dallas that that was one of the reasons why Marina married Oswald, or do you?
— from Warren Commission (08 of 26): Hearings Vol. VIII (of 15) by United States. Warren Commission

A man may be a well-disposed man out of doors, yet altogether different in his domestic circle.
— from Life of a Scotch Naturalist: Thomas Edward, Associate of the Linnean Society. Fourth Edition by Samuel Smiles

One man being confined in the guard-house for having got drunk and misbehaved, stamped on the ground, and roared to the guard, “Let me out, or, damn your eyes, I’ll knock a hole in your bottom, scuttle your island, and send you all to hell together.”
— from Frank Mildmay; Or, the Naval Officer by Frederick Marryat

Though at meals our only duchess, You will have to say your grace: And when none can interrupt us, You of courtly scenes shall tell, When I bring a drop of comfort From my cellar to my cell!
— from Bentley's Miscellany, Volume I by Various

‘Tell the truth: do you indeed welcome my offer, or do you not rather regret that the young rascals—ay, and the old rascals too—will be deprived of the opportunity of having their envy aroused by observing the favours you bestow on the cold lips of a brother?’
— from A Nest of Linnets by Frank Frankfort Moore